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Chapter 4

Hours passed by and there was silence. Deirdre kept herself calm by rocking back and forth. She kept herself a steady rhythm. Almost like a clock's pendulum ticking back and forth. I just watched as I had nothing better to do. There was light peeping through the one window we had. It wasn't much. Only a foot at the most. The rays just barely hit my foot.

Suddenly the door opened revealing a large water mole standing on the other end. He was holding a spear. I wasn't sure if he wanted to kill us or not.

"Fergus and friend allowed out." The water mole told us. Deirdre stopped her incessant rocking and started to stand partially upright. I crawled out into the wonderful sunlight. Never in my life was I so happy to see the sun.

That was when I saw Rashida. She didn't seem as what people called "crazy." Though if I probably wasn't a good judge on that. I started to worry about why Rashida wanted us to come out. Did she want to kill us? Or did she have something more sinister planned? I remembered from the night before that Avery wanted me.

Even in Krokotopia, I knew who Captain Avery was. He was the pirate king, the head of crime on Skull Island, other than the frog father. I just stood outside."We will fight

"We're almost to skull Island, make yerself useful," she told us. I didn't question her, neither did Deirdre. If there was one thing we weren't was stupid.

I ended up doing my least favorite activity, mopping the deck. I have no clue what Dierdre did, but I'm confident that it was equally as horrid. I don't know what about the swishing of the mop but it just bores me to know end.

After I finished mopping the deck I went to find Rashida. She would know what she wanted me to do, she was the captain after all. The word captain felt weird on my tongue, almost as if it shouldn't have been there. When I found Rashida she looked as if she was waiting for something.

"I see that yer done," she told me. I nodded my head. "I need to train ye before ye go to Skull Island."

I was pretty sure I paled at those words. Who knows what type of training she was going to do. It was well known that she was a musketeer, and I was pretty sure I was a privateer, meaning that I would probably be trained in the art of musketry.

She brought me to these three barrels. They had targets painted upon them. She then handed me a gun.

"Hit the targets," she told me. I held the gun up and shot, hoping that I at least hit the barrel; I didn't. I was way, way off my target. So I tried again, and again until I eventually hit the outer ring.

It was almost sunset by this time and I was tired. My training had ended for the day. Unfortunately, I didn't get a second lesson. I was given the gun though.

The next couple days were long and monotonous. I basically helped around the deck. Nothing much happened.

It had been a week and I was watching the stars when I felt something unsettling. It was one of those gut feelings you get when you know something bad was about to happen. I told myself that there was nothing to worry about; that I was just being crazy, but I wasn't. Something bad did happen that day. Something terrible indeed. It was the night that I was caught by the armada.

The night started out normally enough with Rashida ordering us to the barracks. I did what I was told, of course. There was a porthole so I could watch the stars all I wanted. That was when I noticed a shape I hadn't seen in months, the shape of an armada ship. I silently prayed to whatever god was up there that I was going to be alright and the robotic horrors wouldn't notice this ship.

For a while, it seemed they didn't, but they soon came closer to the ship. That was when I noticed it wasn't just one ship, but many. I shook Dierdre's shoulder frantically. She was the person next to me. When she awoke, I hissed, "the armada's here," into her ear. She was definitely awake after those words.

We didn't have much time until there was cannon fire. We couldn't warn everyone. Everything was not working our way.

The people that we did warn were not in as much shock as the others. Rashida came marching in, her eyes had a spark in them I had never seen in my life. They were truly maddening.

She didn't say a word, not that she needed to. We all knew our fate; imprisonment or death.

The question was, were we going to give up, or were we going to fight? There were tears now in Rashida's eyes. She knew that she'd been beat, we all did. There was no moral for the crew to stand upon. Never in my life had I just wanted to escape. But I was going to be brave.

Rashida exited the ship's barracks and everyone followed. We were going to have to surrender unless we all wanted to die. One thing I figured out quickly about Rashida was she cared about her crew. In some cases more than her own life.

I looked at Dierdre, who had tears in her eyes.

"This is it isn't it," she told me.

I could only nod. I couldn't stand to speak at a time like this.

The armada entered the ship.

"Surrender pirates or die," the clockwork told us.

I gulped, and felt for the gun I kept close to my body. Something in me just didn't want to surrender. That was when I heard a shot and then felt so much pain that I blacked out. That was the last thing I remembered before being a prisoner of the armada. I did escape, and I would live a very adventurous life as a pirate.

Now go to sleep young one. You have a long day ahead of you. Remember, never bow down to those that suppress you, but instead, find a way around them. Instead of bowing down, do what I do, say with confidence. "I will not bow." You are a pirate after all.

Sorry for taking so long to write. I was stuck on this for a while. Now I can say with confidence that this story is complete. *Pats myself on the back* This was never supposed to be a long story, at only four chapters. I'm not sure if I want to write a sequel or not. If you want one tell me, otherwise I won't write one. I have a lot to write on anyway.